Chapter 1609: Yan Luo Xin Tong

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Chaotic Sword God Chapter 1609
Fortunately, this time, "The Emperor Spirit Ceremony", Tang Huan did not explicitly ask for his own ranking. With Nine Spirits in hand, even if he fails, it will not hurt him.
Of course, it would be better if it succeeded.
More and more figures passed the inspection at the entrance and entered the square. About an hour later, the square was crowded with people.
The circled area has been completely filled.
"Woo--"
Another low and penetrating whine stirred between heaven and earth. The next moment, there was a silence inside and outside the square. The hustle and bustle of the previous noise disappeared instantly and completely. The eyes looked towards the north of the square.
There are nine hundred princes on the step chairs in that area.
Behind every prince, there are a number of figures, and that is their servants. According to the rules, the princes participating in the ceremony can bring up to ten servants.
There, Tang Huan easily captured the figures of Jiuling and Yak.
Compared with the surrounding undead and the creatures transformed by the beast, both the nine spirits and the yak are very eye-catching. After all, one is wearing nine colors of light, and the other is extremely burly. In the middle of a group of flashing dead spirits, they stood like a chicken.
"Huh! Huh!"
An almost inaudible whistling sounded, and two huge black breaths appeared almost out of nothing in front of the stepped seat. The next moment, under the watchful eyes of countless lights, the two black breaths turned into two ghost images of tens of meters high, and the terrible breath instantly filled the world.
Tang Huan's heart moved slightly, like many dead spirits around him, showing admiration in his eyes.
Those two figures are obviously the elders who presided over the "Emperor's Ceremony". However, the two elders who appeared here were definitely not the true bodies of the two elders. Of course, even if it is not true body, its strength is extremely horrible. Even the most powerful prince is not their opponent.
"You all!"
The undead elder on the left suddenly spoke, his voice was not as sharp as other undead, but rather rough. He did not talk about it in a lengthy manner, but announced very directly and briefly, "The Emperor Spirit Ceremony is now open, and ten new princes will be selected next."
"The selection process is the same as before."
Glancing around, the Necroman elder shouted in a deep voice, "In the first round of selection, Elder Kangtai will use the unique method of our Necromancer," Yan Luo Heart Pupil ". After a quarter of an hour, if he can still stand, he will pass. Can enter the second round of selection below, otherwise, eliminated. "
"Elder Kangtai, please!"
After his voice fell, the necroman Elder named Kangtai next stepped forward, "Please be prepared ... you!"
At the moment when the last character sizzled, the thick atmosphere rose up from within Kangtai's body, condensing rapidly in the air, and after flicking a finger, a huge eye was formed, which seemed to be dyed with blood. It takes up hundreds of meters of space.
At the sight of blood, the terrible evil had permeated madly, and in an instant, it swept across the entire square.
"This is a means of soul attack."
Tang Huan was unconsciously attracted by the eyes of the sky. He had learned the memory of the undead, and naturally knew what the so-called "Yan Luo Xintong" was.
This method needs to surpass the 21st-level necromancer to begin cultivation. After being cast, it can instantly make opponents fall into the forest of hell. If the soul is weak, it will be immediately eroded by the powerful evil spirit. , The loss of consciousness, and then the soul fly away.
Of course, the undead elder named Kangtai selected the prince with "Yan Luo's blood pupil", so it is impossible for him to do his best. In the end, a quarter of an hour was allowed to enter the second round of selection, there should be many. With a smile in his heart, Tang Huan calmed down and looked at the eyes of Pang Shuo.
The means of soul attack, Tang Huan will.
However, Tang Huan has rarely performed since he crossed the sky, and there is still a big gap between those methods and the "Yan Luo blood pupil". Recalling the information about "Yan Luo's Blood Pupils", Tang Huan suddenly found that even if he was not a real necromancer, he was afraid that he could use this method for his own purposes.
Just when Tang Huan was thinking wildly, above the sky, the huge eyes seemed to suddenly come alive.
A stream of blood-red eyes condensing from the essence shot out from within the pupil, completely enveloping the wide area surrounded by the square.
"thump!"
"thump!"
"..."
Almost immediately, a lot of figures collapsed to the ground, there was no movement, and on the face, there was still a look of horror.
As time passed, more and more figures fell to the ground.
In this regard, many of the dead spirits around the square are no strangers. Every time "Emperor's Ceremony", at least 80% of the souls, will be eliminated in the first round.
"The competition for the 'Imperial Spirit Ceremony' is really fierce. Nearly 200,000 people have signed up and only ten are selected."
"Fortunately, I didn't register. Otherwise, I'm afraid it has fallen down now. I don't know if those lucky guys can become the new prince this time?"
"It doesn't matter who becomes the new prince, I just want to see, which ten of the hundred princes will be eliminated?"
"..."
Numerous necrotic spirits are well-organized, and the whispers of fine whispers one after another.
In the north of the square, above the stairs, Jiu Ling's two eyes had penetrated the distant void and fell on Tang Huan. He was so confident in Tang Huan that he couldn't help feeling a little worried at this time. It seems that there are more masters participating in the "Imperial Ceremony" this time.
Tang Huan, dressed in the coat of the dead, tied his hands and feet, may not be able to outperform those masters of the dead.
Of course, Jiuling is worried about the second round of selection, and the first round of selection now being conducted, in his opinion, there is no suspense.
No matter how many creatures are still standing on the square after a quarter of an hour, Tang Huan is undoubtedly one of them. She had been with Tang Huan for so long before crossing the sky, and she had a deep understanding of the strength of Tang Huan's soul. In terms of combat power, Tang Huan in this form may be inferior to other undeads, but in terms of soul, there are so many souls participating in the ceremony, I am afraid that few can surpass him.
"Nine spirits, some of the guys who are participating in the ceremony are familiar to you?" A necromancer on the side noticed Jiuling's gaze and asked with a little surprise.
"One of my servants also participated in this 'Emperor's Ceremony'." Jiuling smiled lightly.
"Your ... servant?" The prince of the undead whispered suddenly, thinking he had heard it wrong, "Your servant?" The tone could not help being raised a lot.
"of course."
"..."